I took a stool at the bar and ordered myself a drink. There were a lot of people around, some talking, some dancing the atmosphere was quite festive.... After about 10 minutes a Butch Dyke, dressed in a flannel shirt, jeans and boots came over and asked if the seat next to me was taken. I said no, its all yours. She sat down and we introduced ourselves and engaged in some small talk. A little while later she asked my if I would like to dance and I accepted. As soon as we stepped onto the. Lynette remembered Tom begging her into sex about a week ago, she hadn’t begged him for sex in a long time; it was either spur of the moment or him begging nowadays, but now, her powers of resistance depleted as her arousal grew. She closed the door behind her, jumping up and straddling Tom, he chuckled, sitting up and kissing her, “What’s this about?” he asked suspiciously, she shook her head, “I am feeling so kinky right now!” she giggled playfully, pulling out their pink fluffy handcuffs. I moved to lick her perineum and she thrust her hips up, spreading her legs wide. I took the sign and dived to tongue her puckered ass hole.She started literally trashing about as my fingers played with her clit and tongue ass fucked her. A moment later Deepa stiffened, locking my tongue in her ass, holding my head and spurted a little clear liquid. A SQUIRTER! I lapped it all up as she lay there, panting, drained from the orgasm. I wanted to fuck that pussy right away and got up to place my. “How do you feel like with dessert on your tits?” he asked. She looked at herself in the mirror and moaned. “Pretty, but not as pretty as when cum drips over my tits...” He laughed and then licked her tits clean, gently biting the tight brown nipples until she whimpered. He looked up in her moaning face and whispered: “There’s more to come.” He next took up the bottle of olive oil. He generously poured out the thick pale green liquid from the curvaceous bottle over her belly. It dripped.